Round 1 (Jeezy Diss)

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Aye man check this shit out man This just for the record man That nigga Young Jeezy, that nigga fake man That nigga is not a thug man That niggas a wanksta man, I mean gangsta Actor, I mean rapper NBC, I mean CTE Fuck them niggas Finna get outta here [Chorus: Gucci Mane] The dope game hard, the rap game easy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs The dope game hard, the rap game easy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm the East Atlanta boss Dirty South like Slim Thugga Jeezy can't make a hit with a Louisville Slugger Slap Coach K, pissed on Slick Pulla Punch Kinky B dead in his dick sucka Poppin' on the radio, boy that's a bitch step Ridin round with HB, smokin' on the cheap junk Played you on a verse, 'cause I know you was a big crab Paid Lil Will to sing the hook for a fifty slab Did investigations, now I know ya background Heard you from Hawkinsville, thirty miles from Mac Town Think you got a buzz cause you known at Strokers? Got three deals but the nigga still local [Chorus: Gucci Mane] The dope game hard, the rap game easy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs The dope game hard, the rap game easy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs [Bridge: Gucci Mane] Yous' a perfect example of what a crab is Choppa hit ya, make ya scream out ya ad-libs Yeah, let's get it! Gucci voice on it then the hood gon' feel it He's a perfect example of what a crab is Choppa hit ya, make ya scream out ya ad-libs Yeah, let's get it! Gucci voice on it then the hood gon' feel it [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] That 645 he leasing it In Icy video wearing Meech's shit Three cents off a album what Jeezy gets Put a dress on nigga, you Meech's bitch You a thug impostor You deserve an Oscar Album ain't hot, Def Jam finna drop ya Hangin' round the Ball Park Claimin' you from Boulevard Old ass Ferrari, you bought that shit from Pull-A-Part Nothin' to lose, nothin' to prove Might as well beef witcha, nothing better to do Think ya on cause ya brung yourself a bird or two? Outside 285 no one has heard of you [Verse 3: Black Magic] You can check my Glock work, pussy you ain't got these Mac 11's, HK's, Carbon 15's I got some lil niggas shooting, only 16s They don't ask questions They just shoot till the clip clean Now let me tell y'all something quick That fat nigga he dissed Fuck around and say the word His ass is 6'6" And imma treat his ass just like a bitch So all that text message banging ain't the trade of a Crip I got the hundred round clip, with the MAC-10 under my trench coat If I don't find Jeezy I can always catch Coach Popping all that shit, spreading "he say, she say" Gon earn you a gangsta in ya grill like ya DJ My whole team RD, flags on the left side Gucci got the East Black Mag on the westside You Def Jammin' with that fat limp nigga Ya both A.S.S. so you belong with Jigga [Chorus: Gucci Mane] The dope game hard, the rap game easy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs The dope game hard, the rap game easy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy This is round one of Gucci Mane vs